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I took my wallet from the top drawer of my nightstand. As shocking it was, seeing her account made me curious. What was she posting? How many subscribers did she have?Is she showing everything? Do I need to know?A quick scan of the FanZone terms and conditions confirmed that my information would remain private and encrypted. If the payments cleared, nobody on their backend would ever reveal who’d subscribed and for how much. She’d never know who I was either. I couldchoose an anonymous username and keep my profile photo a generic avatar.
This was not something I ever did, and yet, one annual membership fee later, I had access to her entire account...Again, Cade, why?If I was honest, it was penance.A small token for the wrong done to her.I wasn’t my father, but Ihadprofited from his actions.A burden I carry around daily.
I locked the phone again, placed it back on the charger, and shut my eyes, praying for sleep to come.
But that night, I only dreamed about her.
CHAPTER THREE
BELLA
THREE MONTHS LATER
Sixty thousand users. Four thousand VIP.
That had to be a record. At least, it was a record for me, and this was only my fourth live event. What would this account look like when it was my eighth? Or twelfth?Will I be able to keep up this momentum?
“You guys are in for a treat,” I said to the iPhone camera affixed to a tripod about five feet from my bed.
I didn’t love shooting in my most personal space, but for now, I had no other option. The living room was too small, and I still wasn’t financially comfortable to start looking for a better apartment to rent. After all, it had only been two weeks since my bank account had gone from negative to positive. I needed at least a few more profitable months to feel like I could make riskier decisions.
Maybe I’ll earn most of that tonight. At least I don’t have to work for Alex Klein anymore.
“I’m wearing something new,” I said to the camera as I ran my fingers along the silky lace edge of my bathrobe. I studied the list of names on-screen. These were my premium subscribers, and some of them had been with me since my first twenty-four hours on FanZone. Most had ambiguous names, but my itemized monthly receipts told me they were from all overthe world. It didn’t really matter anyway. I felt so much more confident than the first time I uploaded a picture. No one knew me on FanZone, so it was almost liberating to feel free. I was simply@marie0505. “This is just for you guys.”
A few typed responses on the screen.I’m sure it’s hot... Can’t wait to see... Love your pussy...
I read a few before I untied the robe sash and stood up. “Are you ready?”
They were. I wasn’t sure why I bothered asking. They were here for one thing, and one thing only. I got off the bed and moved closer to the camera. Just like always, I kept my face mostly out of the frame, but the subscribers still had a full view of my body. After a breath, I let the fabric fall to the floor, reminding myself this was a closed connection in a private online chatroom.
“What do you think?” I asked.
I wore a translucent black bra. It was a mix of elastic, ties, and gauzy fabric that left exactly nothing to the imagination. While I was wearing it, anyone could see my nipples and the rounded shape of my breasts, which threatened to spill out the tops of the cups. The matching underwear was even less—just as strip between my legs and over the rise of my hips. I wasn’t hiding anything from anyone.
But wasn’t that the main point of FanZone?
I read a few more comments, and one stuck out to me.You don’t have to do thiswrote @DoubleCWest.
I stared at it for a beat, flipping through what I knew about this user, then through what the FanZone dashboard told me. They were one of my first premium subscribers, but this was the first time they’d logged on to a live event. Their credit card traced them to the United States, but they’d never commented on anything before.
Leaning over, I considered typing a reply in the chat box. But then I didn’t. They were probably just another anonymous loser in their parents’ basement, looking to waste time on a Saturday afternoon, and hoping to push away the creeping loneliness that came with living in a world where so much interaction was conducted online.
“I only have five minutes,” I said to the camera after a quick glance at the clock on my screen. “I have plans tonight, but I’m going to make sure this is worth your time.”
